Epic opening.

A movie called Twalight was not impressed with Authorpony, but she did have a feeling for him which was hatred. Author pony was disappointed but then he took his son and put him and sat down and watched theports network. Their house was like the house that was the tree, but at the same time was not a lone.

Twilight was feeling the lone and wondering about it's beautiful she cried. Suddenly, the Spike that was of her turned into House (not the lone kind nor the Authorpony's kind). House-Spike cried, "I!"

Twilight cried in response. The god-orange felt this heartbreak and decided to want to go onto holiday. Stem looked on in amazement as -

Wait.

Let's go over our characters.

We gots the Twalight movie who's also a non-shit-explaining unicron, a Spike who is a spinebiting Steve, a orangey-borange who is both, thas'ri', BOTH, Purncess Celestina and Prince Man. Then there's Authorpony who is interpreted, and a few side characters who notable mention they have none.

So Twouble with Twibbles goes down to the shop and touches Authorpony's peen. Authorpony is not okay with this, so she is disapparated and goes to touch Ray Billy Johnny's peen. Ray Billy Johnny is partially okay with it, but he's high so the world is just rightable and a-okay.

Suddenly, the world explodes without a McDoubt. Twilight, who is, after all, a pony, is altogether unconcerned; she can't help but Walken into where the explosion was and say 'good morning' to Sean Connery, who is there and may have initiated said explosion but it's indefinite without further evidence.

"Good morning, Mistress," Twilight begins, forcefully forcing a forced cHUCKle out of Connelly.

"How the shit," he replies, "am I supposed to deal with such a forced hand?"

Twilight just(inreading) shakes her head and cHUCKles. She puts down her cards and walks over to him. Authorpony sighs, and sits back in the stained green chair. "Jesús de Cristo," he groans. "Why do you always have to interrupt stuff, Connery? We were having such an uninterrupted night."

"Except the owl," god-orange mentioned, elbowing Authorpony.

"Yeah, fuck that owl," Authorpony replied with a nostril twitch and a Van Gogh.

"Excuse me, princesses," Twilight said angrily, turning towards the pair. "That owl just happens to be my fiancé. And he wasn't trying to stir anything up, he just put the bean dip on the wrong Pakistan effigy."

"I thought you -" Prince Man-lestia coughed and coughed again and coughed again. "I thought you were in lesbians with a lot of other ponies," he coughed and coughed again.

"No." Twilight replied.

"No," Twilight replied "No." "That's Authorpony's fault and all his fault and nopony else's else is at fault."

"That makes all the sense," concurred Sean Conley. "Once, I was at a-"

"Doesn't give a bloop, Conners," the god-orange implywooded.

"Oh no," the movie called Twalight muttered reproachfully and intrinsically.

Card flew all around the room and gasped individually. Authorpony again-groaned. "God - goddamn - godimmiz."

Connery laughed pneumonically. "I'm sorry for your hippopotomonstrosesquipidalianism," he cHUCKled.

Authorpony spoke in a German and went all sad a second, but then he wasn't there. He coughed again.

Suddenly, Twilight paused. Her iPod was odd. She looked at it and groansighed. There were three songs in a row that all had the same first two words. Her OCD acted ups and she was insulted. But there was no way to fix it, Felix, because that's the way the alphabet works.

She unpaused, but at the time she was in her basement. There were cats, but Twilght was not one of them. Birds of a nonsequential feather flock. In groups. She took a rock and

I already got

Two cars in the yard that don't run. So why would I wanna break shit down

For you? Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of forgery come, wit' a cracka dick ta fuck you and that pu-

Fffffffffffffffff

AND I'M IN A BLUE CHEVY

RUNNIN' OVER MOTHERFUCKERS IN FIRST

I AIN'T EVEN SHIFT GEARS YET

I AIN'T EVEN HERE YET, I'M outta this earth

Twilight cursed her own ineptitude and flew off in searh of adventure in Venezula, which she couldn't quite acquire because the Dude, who was wearing the entire cabana, was in her pool with a banana and Ridely Scott.

She groansighed. (füld u she jus groaned) The Dud was now the Chick, and lesbians happened to her for a nonsequential reason. There was almost a guitar in the background, but the TARDIS kinda just ate it and then they both left. Twilight was insulted again.

How many times can Twilight dance in a four? Trick question - she can't because she's actually a caterpillar. She suddenly grew hungry and became drawn by a three-year-old with some sense of colour and arrangement. It was lol.

There was a huge heart in the background as Authorpoy lost all sense of continuity and just threw upon the paper the images in his mind, which would make the average user shite his punts.

There were four caballeros, but none of them were wearing pants and periodically not skin either. Two were ponies, but two were Frwnch ladies who liked to sing in swing. It was kind of sexy, but the skin disappearing was offlutting. The Ebionites were there, too, with their buddies Hitler and Ringo Starr. Hitler was wearing fake breasts and had changed her first name to Shelby. Ringo Starr was blonde now and had thirteen teeth. Nine of them were straight.

Twilight reached out to touch/have intercourse with her new visitors, but she couldn't comprehend their colors. When she bit into them, they were the consistency of watermemangoeslons and the consistenc of mayonnaise and the consistency of

N*GGERS

Jon no

I couldn't keep on the topic. The topic spin out of control wildly, seemingly driven by a mad hunger or an Aqua Teen Hurger Fos, which is three so far.

Closure.